Firefly Glen Lard he comin'!

she put an paw gently on his arm as he spoke, her brilliant green eyes watching the sun man somberly. "i can't imagine, aiolos." and she never wanted to know. "we're here for you. maybe — maybe i could bring the kids again in winter, to moonglow this time."
would the sound of them ease such hurting hearts?
"brecheliant is small and quiet, the way we like it. mama, i help her fish. and daddy, he's passing down things to me." knowledge she needed and would rather not have, for what it meant.